Harvest

 

My boy. 

 

Jim and I missed the first swim meet of the summer in order to travel to Pennsylvania to be with family for a funeral. Imagine my pride to glimpse this capture on Facebook (thank you, Gretchen!) and spot “RIP Uncle Gene” on his back.

 

You do your best to raise them well, but often don’t always see the fruits while still planting, you know? And then sometimes, sweet harvest.